Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Television to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
The Names,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.